from “Celestia" by Lucki Melander Wilder
Heaven is not a place caught in space.
from “Loa: Work of Art" by Lucki Melander Wilder
Were you real
I would sit and talk with you in the space-black hours
when the defenses are down and true names are spoken.
from “Main Entry" by Lillian Wolf
This obsession with
the archaic vernacular
of the less civilized
is perplexing and peculiar.
from "Wanderer Awaiting" by Lillian Wolf
Wanderer alone,
Ambitions tempered by grief...
Love and loss are one.
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from “My Growls, My Grins" by Lillian Wolf
Now why should it surprise you
that I can crack a joke?
from "Other" by Lillian Wolf
You bristle outwardly, brother,
Confrontational, belligerent,
Wearing your hostility on your sleeves,
trumpeting your uncompromising superiority.
from "Out of Time" by Lucki Melander Wilder
Master and commander, frozen on the deck
Of your stalwart ship, time has passed you by.
from "Reverie" by Lucki Melander Wilder
Are suns really born from purple nebulae,
Vigorous and flighty, with cometary tails of energy
Twining about their brightly forming selves? |
